By Scott Linscott

Well, there she goes. My cute, little, 5’1″ wife (she’ll say 5’2”) just kissed me goodbye and walked off down the sidewalk, headed to school. The last time she did that it was mid-March.

I wonder if she left Shara instructions on how to take care of me. We always leave instructions for people who take care of Pompom.

I don’t see my daughter up here making scrambled eggs and fresh fruit for my breakfast. I’m afraid that means I’m on my own. I wonder if I remember how to feed myself?

It’s my day off. I try to do non-work type of stuff on my day off. What shall I do?

• Stinky dog, Pompom, needs a bath.
• After about 2 years of saying, “I need a new computer,” Robin bought a new computer. That means I need to set it up. She could do it but she pretends she can’t so that I will feel needed.
• I need to pull the yucky, rain-soaked, birdseed paste out of my feeders. I am Old Man Fookwire.

• I need to switch over to Pumpkin Spice coffee grounds for tomorrow, Sept. 1. Labor Day is late this year so I can’t wait.
• I normally catch up on all my shows that Robin hates on Mondays but none of them have been filming new episodes. No Naked and Afraid for me. Booooo.
• I can sit around and wait to see what all the delivery drivers bring us today. That’s always fun.
• I need to update my headshots. My facial hair is now COVID white and I’ve been told I look “distinguished.” (I think that’s the male form of “she has a great personality.”)

Life is good. I enjoy it. Even the tougher days are good being on the top side of the dirt.

We’ve been having church in the park and I love it. People hear the music and wander over to join us. I think I’ve met 15-20 new people this summer.

One of my pet peeves about churches is that they can be like secret societies meeting in buildings that no one can see into. Churches even took the public ordinance of baptism and hid it inside in little fiberglass tubs. I love being outside. I’d do it outside year-round if I could.

Have an awesome week. I dare you to be a missionary to outrage rather than a missionary of outrage